I got beans, tea Pennies to dollars Canadian, Euro, and pounds I found some bar on a card With some scratch on the back It says, "One drink for free Just stop in sometime, it's on me Bring your guitar Sing of rising moons, whiskey and jars."
And if I had a dime for each cigarette Lint, after-dinner mints, and bread A ten from father and toddler That smiled for a medley And said, "Here's to luck You're pretty damn good, keep it up If ever you make it on music TV, think of us."
I'd earn busker's wages Read life between pages and lines
A fiddle and Matty O'Boyle And I, with six wires, creep out for a strum and a saw Singin' songs til the cops sing along
So tonight, I walk by the old corner Some stranger has taken my place I'll scrape the crumbs off my pocket And spice up a clarinet case
I'd earn busker's wages Read life between pages and lines
Now when I snap up and wrap up for the drive I think of the best money I've ever made in my lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
